The group psychologist agrees with everyone else that I need to go to hospital. That’s seven people for it and one against (me). She gave me some good advice I guess but it still doesn’t make it any easier. She wants me to call just two hospitals before next group. I might be able to do that. I don’t even have to tell them my name, I just need some information.
Today wasn’t overly hot but still quite warm at times. I kept my cardigan on and pretended I didn’t feel the heat. I met my mother and brother for coffee and we happened to go into a store (mostly for girls, sorry bro!). I found a really nice dress at a good price and everyone including the store clerks told me to try it on. I didn’t want to because it has short sleeves but I felt pressured into it.
I went into the change room and kept my arm with a bandaid on it hidden behind the curtain. Everyone said the dress looked nice so I bought it.
On my way to meeting my brother and mother, I planned on taking my cardigan off to see if they noticed my S.H. I was prepared to say something like, “Look, I’m not going to lie to you guys, I hurt myself.” I just couldn’t do it though. Weak. Weak. Weak.
I love my new dress though.